Although I must resist plague news, I have received some terrific correspondence, for which I am eternally grateful.
A friend T, says “And as times become so very interesting, it’s worth living more than ever.” He also says that the virus isn’t necessarily fatal, a bold statement from a septuagenarian.
My friend, V, is translating Pushkin into English. Pushkin was a plague writer, delighted to be quarantined in the country while the cities were ravaged by cholera (Celebrate this plague, the beast…) V is thrilled to be trapped at his kitchen table, writing. Normally he works madly, flying here and there, and hasn’t written seriously in a decade. |
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